Comfort in darkness around and inside
In candlelight, in which I hide
Singing a song of the Beauty to me
Dreaming of far lands in which to flee
Shadows and shades in fusion scare
Oh, how I love this nightmare!
Sweet sorrow spilt on my lips
Breath of touch on my fingertips
Sinking sensation nearing the flight
Fall. Into the lair of the night
darkness
© Copyright: Кристина Эмо, 2007
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